I hold up treasures and trash alike, photos, art, even last night’s menu, but only if the surface agrees with me. Some travelers collect me as proof they were there. A conniving cartoon coyote has used me to try to catch a famously fast bird who never stops running.

They can get inside you, but you don't want them there. You might live inside one and completely unaware. A sign of life if in the ocean and many rise with air in motion.

Red and yellow, blue and green, I’m the magic in between. Swirl me, blend me, watch me shine, I make your pictures come alive. What am I?

I fuel your fire in the dead of night I’ll be a strong house if you do it right With my source standing high on top of the hill I’m the last name of the infamous Will

The dirtiest canals are the roads for my striped paddler.